The next morning, before the sea fog near Victor Island had cleared, the tattered Terror Ghost was ready to set sail in the path of daylight after dawn.

"Your Majesty." Hairing was half-kneeling, but his giant body still made it necessary for him to look down at David Jones and the others.

He said respectfully, "I will wait for you and Mr. Marko to return on Victor Island. ”

David Jones decided to take only Marco, Kidd, and Perona into the unpredictable Sea of Dead Souls, leaving Hairding and his soldiers to garrison Victor's Island.

He had a hunch that the Sea of Dead Souls was not a safe place for ordinary soldiers to enter, at least not yet.

And this group of ordinary soldiers needs a commander, and that person is Hairdin.

"Hairding, whatever happens in the direction of Hive Island and the Sea of Dead Souls, don't act rashly, just wait for us to come back." David Jones reminded.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After saying goodbye to Halding in the harbor of Victorious Isle, David Jones mentally manipulated the Horror Ghost into the sea and sailed in the direction of the Sea of Dead Souls.

Perona, with long pink hair, holds a bear doll in the crook of one arm, and the other hand is raised, and above it is a three-ball record hand for the New World.

"Your Majesty, continue in this direction, and you will reach the Sea of Dead Souls in one day."

"Hmm."

Marco was quietly peeling the pineapple with a fruit knife and preparing another jar of brine.

Kidd clasped his hands on his chest, leaned against the gunwale, and tilted his head back, letting the sea breeze ruffle his hedgehog-headed red hair.

However, contrary to Perona's expectations, it only took half a day for the Terror Ghost to reach the periphery of the Sea of Dead Souls.

"Impossible...... Perona blinked her dark pearl eyes, frowned suspiciously, and tapped the recording pointer gently.

"I calculated it based on the speed of the Terror Ghost, could it be that this thing is broken?"

From the "former navigator" Porchi, she learned a lot of navigational skills, including measuring distance and speed.

"It has nothing to do with recording pointers." David Jones put his hands on the gunwales of the bow of the ship, his ice-blue eyes looking into the distance, "It's the sea of dead souls that is expanding and spreading." ”

"If we don't go to the Sea of Dead Souls, sooner or later it will swallow Victor Island, then Phoenix Island, and finally Wano Country ......"

At this time, it was supposed to be dusk with the remnant sun like blood and the sunset filling the sky, but the sky was completely dark, and the clouds seemed to be dripping ink.

In front of the Terror, there are mountains of mist, like rows of towering trees growing in the sea, and like walls that are stuck together.

The yin wind hit, and Perona's thin body instantly became cold and biting.

She exhaled hot air into the palms of her hands, and then realized that the three spherical recording hands on her wrists were spinning wildly!

"Captain......" Perona forgot the identity of David Jones for a moment, evoking the original title.

David Jones just glanced at it and replied, "The record pointer is of no use here, put it away." ”

He took out the black compass from his bosom, and when he opened the lid, the upper hand only rotated a few times, and then swayed slightly, pointing in a general direction.

"Go that way."

With a sentence from David Jones, the Horror Ghost sailed completely into the sea of dead souls like another world.

The black ship pierced through the fog like a dagger, but the range as far as the eye could see was still limited.

In addition to the cold sea breeze whistling, there was a terrible, looming cry in the distance.

Marco and Kidd looked around, but they couldn't see a ghost, and they both felt that the evil door was extremely evil.

Perona, on the other hand, likes this gloomy and gray environment, and even thinks it's cool, but the cold climate makes her a little unbearable.

The deeper the Dreadful Ghost went into the Sea of Dead Souls, the more a chaotic sound of ghosts crying wolves could be heard, like flies buzzing and lingering in everyone's ears.

"What's that?" Marco lifted his glasses and narrowed his eyes, trying to see the dark shadow floating on the sea not far away, "It seems to be ......"

"Ghost...... Phantom...... Spirits ......" Kidd clasped his hands on the gunwale, gritting his teeth, "whatever you call them, we've seen them before." ”

Perona had just summoned the ghosts to protect her, and they were like broken kites, freed from her control, and after a moment of uncertainty, they plunged headlong into the water.

"How could it be...... My ghost doesn't listen to me......" Perona was incredulous, and for the first time she sensed danger.

She thought that with her ability, she must be like a fish in water in the Sea of Dead Souls, but she didn't expect that now she was in such a situation, and her ability was restrained!

In the dark water, in addition to Perona's ghost, there were many figures floating in pure white or dark green.

Without exception, they are almost exactly the same as they were at the last moment of their lives.

There are gorgeous aristocratic dresses, there are ragged pauper dresses, there are vicious pirates, and there are uniform naval dresses......

Most of the dead souls are deep beneath the surface of the sea, seeing the Horror Spectre, or sensing the breath of the living, only to reach out to the surface like fish to breathe.

They stretched out shrivele-looking hands and clung to the tattered planks of the horror ghost, climbing up on all fours like lizards.

The entire black ship was suddenly covered with barnacles, densely packed with dead souls.

Their eyes are glazed, their speech is slurred, and their movements are slow, but they can emit some kind of strange murmur as if in resonance.

Marco blocked his ears, but the voice only stopped for a few seconds before it entered his head.

His breathing began to rapid, and for some reason he began to sweat, and the same happened to Kidd and Perona, who all looked at David Jones as if they were pleading for help.

"Captain!"

David Jones noticed the wavering in the eyes of the three of them, and it was normal for them, even if it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

After all, I've been following him for so long.

It's just that the whispers do affect their minds, preventing them from thinking as they normally would.

"It's interesting here." David Jones smiled, and he came to the Sea of Dead Souls, almost like returning home.

"Marco, Kidd, Perona, fight off these dead souls."

"This is the 'world of the dead', the 'end of the world', and now we are all dead, and the battle between the dead souls is no different than usual."

"They're just a wisp of smoke, or a cloud of mist."

(End of chapter)